Jax

I laid on my bed, aimlessly tossing a football into the air, before catching it once it fell back down. The half empty bottle of whisky was sitting beside me, the bitter remains of the last swig I took still lingering on my tastebuds.

My thoughts were full of her, and that was nothing new. Though, accompanying the feelings of attraction that I never left my mind, anger was bubbling to the top. I was so angry at her. She did this, she ruined me. She ruined us, she ruined everything.

And for what? For him? I refused to believe it. She wouldn't throw everything we had away for him. Maybe, she wasn't who I needed to be angry at. Maybe, my anger needed to be focused on him instead.

My mind flashed back to three weeks ago. The night that I thought was going to fix all of our problems, the night I thought we would finally be together the way we were supposed to be together. I racked my brain, searching for the what went wrong.

Sure, maybe I shouldn't have yanked her hair. But how was I supposed to know that she would fall backwards, hitting her head. I didn't mean to hurt her. I would never hurt her on purpose. I loved her. I really did. I only wanted her to be happy, but didn't she understand... she could only be happy with me.

It was going perfectly fine at the lake house, until she headbutted me. Why? Why would she do that? I had no idea. I couldn't think of a single reason for her to do that to me.

And then... the cops rushed in. I didn't understand what was happening as they placed those handcuffs on my wrist. Why would I be arrested? I did nothing wrong.

It wasn't until they led me out of the lake house that I understood. I saw his car before I saw him, just like I did the night of that party when I went to her house. He was always there, he was always around her. It made my blood boil. I watched as he ran into the house, only shooting me a glare as he ran passed me.

Why can't she see that its him?

He's the cause of our problems. He's the one that put it in her head that I raped her. I shruddered just thinking of the word. Rape? No, that's not what happened. She just needed a little persuasion, that's all it was. Zane ruined everything. He ruined my life, but more importantly, he ruined what Seren and I had. Have. I refuse to believe it's over. It's not over, it can't be.

The anger was taking hold of me, it was whispering in my ear. It was wrapping itself around my brain. I got out of bed, discarding the football beside me. I pulled on a sweater before walking out of my room and down the stairs. I walked towards the front door, but the sound of my mom's slurred voice prevented me from leaving.

"Where are you going?" She asked, and I sighed as I heard it. She was drunk. Just like she has been every night since I was unjustly arrested.

"Out." I muttered, not bothering to turn to look at her.

"You're not supposed to go out, you're on probabtion," she raised her voice at me, causing me to close my eyes in annoyance.

"It's not real probation, mom. Everyone knows she's lying. Even the cops can see it. She's a liar," I explained, my hand resting on the doorknob.

"You better hope you're right, Jax. Your life will be over if they don't drop the case. You'll go to jail, and everything you've ever worked for will go down the drain. Your father's buisness will fail, and our whole family will be ruined," she lectured me, causing me to roll my eyes. It's nothing I haven't heard before. She tells me the same thing every day. Why didn't anyone believe me?

"Shut up, mom." I barked, my voice rasing. "I told you already, everything is going to be fine!"

I opened the door, slamming it shut behind me. I climbed into my car, I knew where I was headed. I needed to put a stop to this. I needed to end this, once and for all. He was the problem, and if he was gone, she'll come back to me.

She'll come back to me, she'll come back to me. I smiled as the words looped in my head. It was the only motivation I needed, as I put the car in drive and headed towards Zane's house. I was no stranger to driving drunk, especially lately, but I was a little drunker than usual tonight. It was a challenge to keep the car between the lines.

The closer I got to Zane's house, the angrier I became. I didn't just want to attack him with my words, I wanted to use my fists and anything else I could find. He had gotten few punches in the last time we fought, sure, but that was different. I wasn't ready then, but I was ready now.

I merged onto the freeway, not bothering to check my mirrors. That proved to be the wrong move, however, because I had to jerk the steering wheel to avoid clipping another car. I sighed once the wheel was pulled straight. It didn't take long before I saw the turn off I needed, my car followed shakily down the quiet road. There were no other cars here, I was thankful for that fact. My mind refocused on Zane, and the beating I was about to deliver to him, but the sudden stream of bright headlights entered my vision and I tu